The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 701

The servant led Mandy to the living room. ‘Mrs. Olson was very busy with meetings some foreign students who came to visit her. Now, she is having afternoon lea.”

Mandy nodded and passed her leather driving gloves to the servant. “I’ll have a cup of black tea.”

She then strode into the living room. Brenna was happiest while taking afternoon tea on her plump sofa. She loved the fresh fragrance of tea.

Hearing the footsteps, Brenna looked up and smiled.

“What a rare visit! Mandy, I haven’t seen you in a long time.” Brenna embraced Mandy. After the hug, Mandy allowed her emotions to show. She bit her lower lip and cried, “Mrs. Olson, you really got me into trouble.”

“Don’t cry. What happened? Sit down and tell me everything.” Brenna was confused but sympathetic.

The Hamiltons and the Olsons were both noble families. Brenna had watched Mandy grow up. Brenna knew that Mandy was stubborn and had a tendency toward arrogance, but she had never looked so aggrieved before.

Mandy sat on the sofa and blew her nose. She then raised her head, revealing red eyes and said, “Did you put pressure on Draco? The other designers accused me of sowing dissension between you and Draco to damage W Mark’s reputation.”

Brenna sat next to Mandy. “So, this is about Draco Wesley?”

so Brenna continued. “Draco is merely a designer. You are a Hamilton. He’s no match for you. I knew something was wrong when you called. You compromised

“Draco doesn’t like me at all. He’s a proud man, Mrs. Olson. We might be pushing him too

with being a designer like him, you would have made an excellent

Mandy like an additional

would become a well-known diplomat just like her husband. But Mandy fell in love with fashion design

a moment. Suddenly, she stopped frowning, as if she had found a way to win. “Listen. If we teach

was dubious, but she stopped

I know what I’m doing.” Brenna picked

W Marks Studio,

are you so happy?” she asked when

to be delivered. I’m picturing her surprise when she sees them.” Natalie’s joy was intense. She

up. Something horrible must have been said, a devastating blow, because Elizabeth’s smile dropped and so did the mug in her hand. The latter

spilled her coffee all over the floor. “Can you tell me what happened?” she

phone and placed it in her bag. With an annoyed expression on her face, she explained, “That was a call from a client to cancel the order. This is my fifth phone call of the day. It’s really not a huge deal. We constantly have a lot of orders, and some clients will cancel them

perplexed, Natalie said, “It’s unlikely that all of these clients just canceled their purchases on

her and sighed, “You’ve been so preoccupied with creating Hannah’s outfits that you may have not been aware of the studio’s recent conditions. A few days

Mandy’s doing?” Natalie said

coffee mug pieces into the trash can. “It’s either Mandy or Brenna, the lady that called a couple of days ago. Brenna is more likely to be the perpetrator, in my opinion. She is the diplomat—Ewing Olson’s wife, and she has the authority to seek authoritative media for assistance in reporting it. We have lost a lot of orders as a result of the slanderous news. Besides, there are a